vicki's posts with tag: amigos
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Face The Face
We've got to face the face
You must have heard the cautionary tales
The dangers hidden on the cul-de-sac trails
>From wiser men who have been through it all
And the ghosts of failures spray-canned up on the wall
We've got to judge the judge
Got to find the finds
We've got to scheme the schemes
Have to line the lines
We must stake the stakes
And show the shown
We must take the takes
And know the known
Try to place the place
Where we can face the face
Face the face-got to
Face the face
You must have tried and the defied belief
Maybe found futility in insular grief
I need your hunger just as you need mine
A million appetites can swallow up time
We've got to fool the fools
And plan the plans
We must rule the rules
Got to stand the stands
We must fight the fight
And fall the falls
We must light the light
And call the calls
We must race the race
So we can face the face
New York! Chicago!
London and Glasgow!
Keep looking!
Keep on cooking
Keep on looking
Gotta stay on this case
Study the pix
Watch the fix
We've got to find the face
Try to place the place where we can face the face
Pete Townshend
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Ela alimentou minha ilusão
Quando ganhou meu coração
Quando enfeitou meu barracão
Fez meu samba se modificar
Meu verso a ela dedicar
Fez tudo isso, e muito mais
Ela, só ela
Deu jeito de cedo pra casa eu voltar
Fez tudo pra escola de samba desfilar
Sambou quatro dias sorrindo
Pra escola e meu samba vencer
Rainha, estandarte girando
Me olhando pra não me perder
Me amando sem dor, sem asfalto
Sem glória após o carnaval
Pra ela eu canto mais alto
Ela, só ela
Feliz faz a vida pra nós desfilar |
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O homem é o gênio, a mulher o anjo.
O gênio é imensurável; o anjo é indefinível.
Victor Hugo
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meninos queridos...
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Dance Figure
Dark-eyed,
O woman of my dreams,
Ivory sandalled,
There is none like thee among the dancers,
None with swift feet.
I have not found thee in the tents,
In the broken darkness.
I have not found thee at the well-head
Among the women with pitchers.
Thine arms are as a young sapling under the bark;
Thy face as a river with lights.
White as an almond are thy shoulders;
As new almonds stripped from the husk.
They guard thee not with eunuchs;
Not with bars of copper.
Gilt turquoise and silver are in the place of thy rest.
A brown robe, with threads of gold woven in
patterns, hast thou gathered about thee,
O Nathat-Ikanaie, 'Tree-at-the-river'.
As a rillet among the sedge are thy hands upon me;
Thy fingers a frosted stream.
Thy maidens are white like pebbles;
Their music about thee!
There is none like thee among the dancers;
None with swift feet.
Ezra Pound
(1885 - 1972)
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